itsarealliveRachel

Strong, stable, supportive the frame and foundation My mother stands tall holding up this house Father, your shelter, secrets stored in the attic somehow protective and determined Yet in the very often bouts of bad weather the roof comes crashing down upon us all The kitchen sits neatly clean and pristine containing dangerous objects; ovens and knives My sister, you do not understand your angry perfection Quick as a kitten my brother prowls the house master of mischief, my favorite playmate although at times you are nervous or tired, indulging in a nap I am the old comfy armchair sitting in the living room the mismatched pi

Like lace are the blossoms my mother would say in the spring, on our way to the school building's gray the dogwoods looked bright with their pinks and whites her favorites she'd tell me everyday my mother and I we'd walk a long time we'd talk our mouths dry under the pale pink morning sky my young girl's voice full of glee and cheer my mother's wisdom her knowledge and her years walking side by side sharing secrets and smiles the dogwoods all the while watched over with care oh, the secrets they would share

Gray, Gray, Gray Gray is tomorrow and today smack in between white and black a place where I'm destined to stay On this journey all is forgot the fruit will spoil the milk will rot and I am gone somewhere afar will I ever remember? will I be scarred? I am amused I am confused I question the sky the colors have gone, why? for I only see shades of gray not even black or white but drab, dismal gray and I am here of course gray is near and all I hear are sounds quite queer shallow breathing a voice is screaming they belong to me and I am Bleeding I can't understand anything anymore the Walls here are bland tainted

Another bleak and frustrating car ride with him. If he were a superhero, his name would be Diarrhea Man. He always needs to use the toilet at times when it’s most inconvenient. Like right now. He pulls over at the gas station, hops out of the car, and bounds inside. I flip out my phone and start texting my boyfriend. Then he walks out of the gas station and tells me that they only let them use the bathroom if he buys gas. “Great,” I say to him. “Let’s kill the environment even more. I told you we shoulda bought a hybrid car. But no, you refuse to pay and continue killing the planet. I don’t think you even c

I woke up. Light was pooring through the blinds and illuminating my cat's fur who was curled up i na ball at the foot of the bed. I got out of the bed and walk through the messy living room and peered into my mother's bedroom. A cigarette was still slightly burning in the ashtray and an empty bottle of booze was on the stained and filthy carpet. Clothes were strewn everywhere. I tripped over a bottle of empty Vicodin on my way out. My mother was sleeping off a hangover. "Good," I thought as I walked back into my room and got dressed. My cousins were coming down from New York. An escape from my mother's antics. When I was done readying myself,